hi gang ... update on the support group ... week 9
we were talking about the two aspects of depression and bipolar disorder; environment and genetics.
it got me to thinking about a whole bunch of emotional scars my father left me. one in particular ... As most teens I had a few pimples on my face at an impressional time. And rather than be supportive and make nothing of it, my father made it a point to notice them. My horns were growing. I was removing my horns.
deep inside i guess i made the association that my young mind could not express. i was evil, satanic. i had to hide my true nature. i did not deserve a 'normal' life. i was not normal.
he was sick. he did not know what he was doing to me.
but it hurts so much !!! even now... it hurts... how could a parent do that? how could he do that to me? did he never stop to realise (to think) i was scaring my face because of him? I still pick at my skin, till i bleed am am 1000% (one thousand) sure there is no "horn" in my skin. what kind of monster did he see in my eyes... in his mind?
i was never good enough for my father, and for God our Father. I begged the mother of us all to take me - everynight since I was 4 yrs old- to take me home to the home of hurt souls. As a child I begged the sky to take me to my true home and my real family... as a teen i discovered nature / pagan religions and begged the mother by so many names to come and take me... now i cry from the pain of that time that never left, that never healed, that were never revealed... only now have i finally found the words that go with the hurt.
31 years later, i have finally learned the words.
good night . i am exhausted.